Thirteen Ordinary, Extraordinary Years

Lucky Thirteen

A baker's
dozen
is thirteen
they say
so, now
i celebrate
with mix
of inky
fur and loaf
to mark
those never
ever 
backblipped,
gapless,
four
thousand  
seven
hundred
forty five 
days 
as part of 
this community 
of kindness
in an oft 
broken world,
addictive, 
constructive,
instructive and
so beloved.
as I’ve said
before 
and feel 
today...

I blip because
seeing ordinary as
extraordinary is
everyday.


For the Record,
This day came in with unfolding leaves and a watchful eye here for hummingbirds. Update!! T saw a male hummer early this morning!!!

All hands celebrating 13 years of blip adventures.